When I screamed at first it wasn't because of the pain, but because of despair. The hopelessness that came with knowing but not understanding that you were going to die by a demon. A demon that had eaten your flesh, like someone tasting their favorite food.
Then my brain had finally caught up, to whatever it needed to and I started to scream this time because of the pain. The pain of having my leg cut off.
I was on the ground bleeding on the floor, watching as it eat my leg. I tried to move, crawl anything to get away from IT. A part of me already knew that this was how I was going to die here, but for whatever reason I just couldn't understand..how? why? For what reason?
How did I come here? How did it come to this point? Why me? Why was I here with a demon? Why was I in this world? Why did I have to come into Poppy Playtime universe? WHY?
I cried and begged to God, holy spirit, Jesus, any and everyone of those Holy religious god I could think of. Begged to be saved, begged to be found, begged for a savior. Nothing, only silence, and the demon that eat.
Movement caught my eye, and a saw more demons slowly making their way down the hallways. Down the stairs. Some looked like demonic dogs, others like the classic imp demon. They had long arms, short legs, bat wings on its back. There was also a larger demon made of flesh. It looked like a blob of flesh with crying, screaming facing that moved around on its body. Another demon had a long neck with a skeleton skull as a head, its chest was flared out like it was trying to make them wings. In the chest area was a mouth and tongue. The tongue licked the air, and the skull turned to focus on me. All the demons did, but they didn't get closer to me. They were close enough to see, but not closer than the IT that was still chewing.
I was in Hell, this place was hell. I didn't know why I was here, but I was. Crying, begging, crawling. I thought I could be strong, thought that after what I had been through in my life that when I saw a demon I wouldn't be that afraid of it. My friends always joked about going to hell, but here I was in hell, with demons surrounding me. And, I was crying like a toddler, crying like nothing else mattered in the world. I lied to myself I WASN'T STRONG, was brave, I was nothing.
One of the demons tried to get closer to me, it was a…a foaming at the mouth wild demon dog. It leaped towards me, when I covered my face to block the attack it never came. My arms lowered and I saw why. IT had killed it with its tentacles. The dog had been impaled through the chest, with a beating heart at the tip. When the tentacle moved back into the shadow where it came from, the corpse dropped to the floor.
The moment it dropped, all hell broke loose. The demons fought, and teared at each other trying to eat the demon dog that died not a second ago. I don't know how long it took, maybe 10 seconds maybe 30 but the demon dog had been devoured. When it was done there were not even bones left, they turned to me waiting.
I knew at that moment the only thing stopping these things from eating me, is the one that is currently eating me.
I cried.
IT had finished, smiled and looked at me. I felt another lightness that happened to me, and realized that my other leg was gone. Taken by IT.
It held my leg, smiling, it turned its head all around. As it moved its head around it stared at every demon in the room. Some back away, others stay still, and some got just a little closer.
It head locked eyes with the skull demon, and the flesh demon. Both ripped and teared at it for its every bit.
As I watched, something forced me to the ground. There was nothing on my chest, but my arms had been bond by the shadow tentacles. I was terrified, helpless, hopeless, lost with a demon that was going to eat me alive. Screams that no one, not even myself could hear. Company with beings, and things that were made of nightmares. That people formed either cults and religion against or….for were here with me. Watching me, enjoying this….feast.
IT didn't get down on one knee, no IT bent its back towards me. My arms still bonded I tried to get away, focusing on my arms and my struggles to get away. I didn't want to look at IT. Didn't want to smell that breath of IT on my face, in my nose, have to look at IT`s teeth. But, in hell you never get what you want.
I felt its hands on my face, sharp close cut on my upper check. IT forced me to look at it, the black eyes stared into my souls. We had a conversation, not with words, not with anything but something told me what IT said to me
"We are so hungry here, so…so..hungry. Share with us."
I tried to yell the words NO but nothing came. Tried to plead my case with it, but nothing. IT with sharp claws ripped my arms opening. Degloving the skin from my hands to my shoulder. Throw the skin and picked at my muscles. IT threw away the parts it didn't want or didn't like. It didn't like bones. It moved to my other arm and did the same thing.
The whole time, I continued to scream, to cry, pray, beg. Anything and everything. My throat hurt, I could feel liquid in my mouth. It tasted like blood, I didn't even realize the pain in my throat. It was nothing to the pain in my arms, which was nothing to the pain of being alone here. With no God, No savior, No sound, No nothing but demonic company.
I didn't know why I was here. I did the best I could in my life. Helped as many people as I could. Work late, and overtime for patients that needed help. Was I here because I killed that father? Was it because I stole this kid`s body? Was it because I didn't follow a spiritual text teaching? Did I do something wrong? Was this where I would go if or…when I died again?
Like the undead…living my unlife as a corpse that just constantly re-lived the moment of my death. Over, and Over and over again….Why God…What did I do wrong…Please tell me and I swear I will fix it….I`ll pray more, read the bible…I will do anything and whatever it takes help me….please…
The demon put its hand on me again, after it was finished with my arms. IT wiped my tears away, caressed my face with its sharp claws, and cold hands.
"Share with us…We wont leave you…we love you for sharing…for caring so much"
IT ripped into my stomach, took out my intestines and sucked on them like noddles or pasta. I tried to throw up, but nothing came up so I gagged. Throw up nothing but the blood in my mouth and air. Then it happened, I started to laugh…laugh at my helplessness, laughed at my hopelessness. Realized and fully understood NO ONE and NOTHING was coming to save me. NOTHING I did…not the things I did in my life would helped me, saved, and not who I tried to be as a person was going to save me. NOTHING, and this was where I would go, what my afterlife would be…here. In this place, with nothing but undead..whom I will join and demons. Hell..was real and I fucking Laughed. It was the funniest thing to me, all that bible, be a good person crap, ALL OF IT nothing but a fucking lie. Saw IT eat my stomach, felt the pull from deep inside my throat. IT had taken out my throat…and…all of it.
How was I not dead…please kill me.
I saw IT`s face one more time. It smiled so wide, so…unnaturally wide. Blood and some of my body parts in the sharp, fanged like teeth.
"You care…we care…share with us…love us, like we love you…Forever"
IT back away, and the other demons began tear at what was left of me.
The nightmare ended. I woke up, and I was trapped. I kicked my way out, and found myself in the room with the other kids staring at me. I screamed and ran.
Fuck this place.
Fuck that place.
If nothing mattered, then why bother doing or saving anyone.
I ran, jumped, and moved my way through the building. Out the door and saw my salvation the train cart. This place was hell, the dream place was hell.
All of this started when I got here, so all of it would end with me leaving here. I didn't make it far, before someone grabbed me from behind. Held me down, just like before… I screamed, kicked, tried to bite, tried to claw. Nothing worked…I was…helpless. I was…here.
I stopped my struggle; there was no point anyway. Physically I was trapped in this place, and I guess…now I would be trapped mentally in that place. Whomever carried me back passed the kids that watched and stared at me like the first time I came here.
Counselors were at the door, which they had opened for the person carrying me. I don't know when, but I was placed in a chair. I was face to face with Dr. Keckler. He looked concerned, but nothing else
"Max..buddy what happened. You screamed and ran for the train. Can you tell me why"
"It…nothing….matters."
"Did you have a bad dream…you kno-
"FUCK YOU, FUCK THIS PLACE. FUCK EVERYTHING. I DIDN'T WANT TO BE HERE, DIDN'T WANT TO…I-I..didnt..it…nothing matters."
"can you tell me why" he wait for sometime before continuing
"Max I cant help you. If you don't open up to me"
I didn't talk. The only thing that I wanted was to make sure my skin was still there. That I hadn't lost a body part. I could still feel it, the being ripped apart, that tearing and ripping feeling. Phantom pain that I never thought I would have or feel….it was very much real.
Keckler tried talking to me…I think, but I didn't care. Couldn't care, just kept going to that place. What I thought, maybe or maybe felt what IT said to me. I don't know what was scarier seeing demons, being eaten alive by demons….or…having a demon said those words to you… Love…forever…
I cried. Held my self in my arms. Someone tried to touch me at some point but I yelled and screamed. The touch never came back.
I went from the Dr. Keckler office, to another office or room more like. I didn't remember how I got there. I just remember being lead..then I think..talked to…then here I was.
They tried to give me food, but I throw up immediately after seeing it. The taste of blood, the look of IT eating…
I thought about killing myself, but stopped when I realized that this..what I had right now was a break. A buffer between that place and safety. A little fake heaven/waiting hell was better than full hell. The idea of being there….forever…no.
I tried to convince myself that what happened was fake, that it wasn't real. But, I knew…deep down I knew it was real. That what happened, actually happened. I touched my arms, felt my legs, rubbed my stomach. All to make sure that they were still there, still attached to me, that nothing was open or bleeding.
They tried to feed me again, but I either throw up or fought. Finally, I was led out of the building. It was then that I noticed that the "day" had ended and it was…late. I had wasted the whole day, and…I would go back to that place.
I cried, yelled, screamed "I cant go to sleep" "Please, I don't want to" I was given the red smoke and lost consciousness.